Sherry cried out as I asked the question, and so I stepped toward her, grabbing her. She screamed only for a moment as my hand covered her mouth. My smile was bright, and my hand covered her mouth, shutting off the scream from the room.
"Sherry, Sherry," I said, closing my face with hers, "There are two ways things are about to go down right now. First, there is a fun way where you don't tell me what I want to know. Trust me; I will have fun with what I used to make a game out of. Make the target talk as fast as possible!" I announced, "Fun game; that is exactly how it sounds. You will cry and scream for mercy or hold it in. So many different possibilities. The other option is that you tell me what I want to know right now, and I will kill you in a fun way that lets me blow a little frustration over your betrayal but much faster for you. Plus, there is a slim chance of surviving," I finished with a smile.
Sherry looked at me, terrified, and she nodded before I let go of her mouth as she stared at me with large doe eyes. "W- W- What would you like to know?" She asked, and I smiled.
"Where is the Treasure room, and where is Kara? In that order," I told her, and she looked at the stairs that the butler opened up.
"Downstairs those stairs is the treasure room. I don't know why you would want Kara, but she is in her slave quarters closer to where my father is." Sherry sputtered, terrified. "You would have to go out this door here and go left. Then, Then," She looked down, and I wanted to roll my eyes. It seemed that she was so stupid she couldn't think of where to go when terrified. The gang outside in the city would be making an even bigger mess around now too.
As if to emphasize my last thoughts, bells started to ring, and I smiled as I knew that the city lord would be using his people to help outside the city now. The bells were barely audible in this room, and I realized this room must be even better soundproof than I thought. I looked at Sherry, who was sputtering, and I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my contempt.
My hand slapped her across the face, "What part of the mansion is she in?" I asked.
"My father's slave quarters," She snapped back quickly, "I don't remember the route," She said, raising her hands pleading.
I looked at the dumb woman in front of me, and my knife punctured her temple as I no longer wished to talk to her. I lied to her and didn't have time to sit around here anymore. I continued to stack the bodies atop the slave boy I had brought and left the room. If I were going to go to the treasure room, I would need to come back for it. The first was to keep my word if possible. Killing Sherry had been easier than I thought it would be, which was good in so many ways.
I had extra time now, and I looked at the pile of bodies that I had left in my wake. At this point in time, I was counting on the fact that Sherry was a moron to do a lot of heavy lifting. She was a moron, but that didn't mean that the well-dressed man didn't have a backup plan. Now I had to move through the City lords manor while the world outside was on fire, distracting them. Would security be more or less secure depending on their training and the numbers the City lord sent out?
Stepping out into the hallway, I walked back the way I came, only to instantly come across a slave coming in my direction. I cursed in my mind, but the Slave or servant seemed stuck in their thoughts instead of looking at me. A woman seemed to be muttering under her breath and counting something on her fingers as she approached me. I looked around, and the hallways were silent at this moment despite the bells ringing in the background.
"So I need twenty of that and ten of that for the head chef to be happy with me," The woman said, and I decided that I would walk past the woman letting her by. I walked past her while she counted and muttered again, and I could tell she was nervous about failing the mission she was set upon. I turned the corner that she came from and pulled up the map in my head that we took that Cassandra had painstakingly taken.
There was a lot missing on the map, and the deeper into the Mansion I went, the more question marks there were. I was heading toward the kitchen, which was attached to the rest of the estate at this point. The Bells in the background continued for a bit before I could no longer hear them. I quickly jumped up, hanging onto a rafter hiding in a shadow as. Suddenly a group of guards started to move past me without a word. They wore leather armor instead of steel, and I wanted to curse as I barely noticed since I was thinking in my head about the path I needed to take instead of paying attention.
I let my instincts control a lot of my movement, and when on a mission like this, only those who threaten me would invoke my instincts. It was at this moment that I realized that I needed to train my instincts more to suit the situation in which I am in more. However, That would be another mystery that I needed to stop thinking about now.
The soldiers left in a half run, and I fell from the ceiling and rafter I used to hide in the shadow of. This mansion was interesting and not of an architecture that I understood fully. There were more structural struts than I thought necessary, and although it proved useful a moment ago, it was still a mystery to me as I moved through the house.
I quickly reached the Kitchen and heard yelling inside, which I stopped to listen to.
"The Lord will still expect his dinner on time! The fires out in the city will not stop him from having his meal at exactly the same time as usual. Now, Where is the broth I told you to make, Amanda?" A voice asked harshly, and I smiled.
"Sir! It is ready for your inspection. Although we are running out of time!" She sounded stressed, and the movement inside the room was loud and hurried. I moved around, getting closer to the dining room. I moved around, taking the scenic route to make it around the kitchen. On the other side were the servant and slave quarters for the City lord himself and his family. This was where the map ended a lot and what was originally going to be a much bigger burden on the entire operation. At first, I would have had to figure out how to capture the City lord and his family while keeping all the slaves and servant not knowing about it. Then Sherry would have had to take charge, which would be a very delicate matter. Now, however, I just wanted to take a single slave from his possession, and I smiled as I reached the unknown area.
Now it was time to be a chainsaw instead of a scalpel. Anyone I found that I didn't care about was a liability. I froze the next instant as I heard footsteps and ran to a corner. When I looked up, and noticed none of the same rafters out in the main hallways of the mansion. I had been walking down the hallways with only a little blood visible on my cloak and needed to hide as they were not as distracted. I was in the corner, hiding, hoping whoever was running my way wouldn't look back.
Suddenly someone came from where I just came from and I gasped. I jumped and grabbed the corner of the walls pinning my body against the ceiling in the corner. Barely I held myself up in the corner and still as the two well dressed men met in the hallway. Both stopped and turned slightly away from me and towards each other.
"Call all the day guards too, Linton," The voice said from the man who entered where I just came from with desperation in his voice. "The fires are making their way toward the noble district in the middle of the city. The Lord hates to be distracted just before dinner, and I have not yet notified him. The Guard captains are moving on their own initiative, and we need more guards, no matter how tired, to assist. We might have to involve the City Lord to have the other nobilities guards take action themselves!" The first taller and more well-dressed man said, his voice showing desperation as he continued talking.
"Where is Trevor?" The man, I presumed Linton said. As the man was closer to me having come from the direction I was going and I hated that they had to have this conversation right here and now making me want to curse. I was stuck as the man may have been talking about someone I killed, and I didn't want the search at this point in time.
"Trevor is doing something with Madam Sherry. You know how long that might take," The first man said with contempt dripping from his tone, and I knew that the original operation was impossible with just that statement, and Linton nodded.
"Hopefully, we can get his assistance sooner over later. Even Madam Sherry has to understand that the City being on fire is more important than her task," Linton said, and the first scoffed.
Both sounded hopeful but also like employees that understood people and had intelligence. They both sighed, and the first one coughed, "We need to move instead of wishing for things that cannot happen. Did you prepare Kara?" The well-dressed man asked.
"Not yet; Master asked for her tonight?" Linton asked.
"Yes, He has wished for her company more since she started her more passive resistance. Although I do not know what got into that lowly beast," The man said with amusement, "Whatever it has been the Master has been enjoying it." With that he chuckled and shook his head. "At least inform her that she needs to prepare for the Master tonight. I am sure that he will be even more angry tonight and I would rather it be Kara instead of us since we forgot to inform her." The man finished and Linton nodded.
"I will inform her then wake the guards. I will take the stables side barracks and see if there are any stragglers there and if I am lucky I can bounce into Trevor and ask him to assist." Linton said and they both broke up after the first man nodded.
I was no longer angry about either of them and took this as a devil send and followed the man who was called Linton. Linton was a remarkably fast man and when the first guy departed in their impromptu meeting I watched as the man headed back the way they came. It seemed that I grossly overexagerated the competence of this City lord or he was eccentric if he thought more about the slave that he was going to fuck instead of the City that was literally on fire.
Linton moved deep and I found myself in a long hallway with doors on both sides spaced roughly every ten feet and the look of disgust on his face as he came here was obvious. "Cant believe I am the one who has to notify her. Yarrow gets all the soldiers to see that he is the first to respond while I have to talk to this slave bitch that the City lord wants to breed." The contempt and hate was obvious as he came to a door and knocked and I smiled.
"C-C- Come in," A familiar soft voice replied and I smiled.
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